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Layers

you can't stop it

love gathers dust

its downhill from the end of lust

 

so hot she squeaked

her touch a scorch

nothing doused my flaming torch

 

wet mouth a snare

long limbs a web

we knew this inferno could not ebb

 

ugly but chic

lithe and svelte

a body that would never melt

 

we sit here now

old and forlorn

wishing we had never been born

 

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The Chapters I Remember

The book lies closed now

Gathering dust on a shelf

I look, but do not touch

That reminder of yourself

 

Better to imagine our life

Dream of better times

Envisage your lovely face

Hum your happy rhymes

 

Shady bluebells in spring

Red leaves in November

Bonfires and sparklers

The chapters I remember

 

More novella than novel

Not near enough pages

A ...

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